So:
Once upon a time there was a woman.
From horizon to horizon she travelled, but when she had become familiar with all the wonders of this world, she found a new way that none had found before and she travelled through the air and into the sky.
Once upon another time, there was the woman.
From star to star she travelled, and soon she found the breaches in the darkness between the lights and she travelled through the sky and into another universe.
Once upon all of time, there was a woman and the woman had a little girl.
Her hair sparkled like the embers in the fireplace on a winter's night and shimmered like the autumn-leaves under the evening sun. The woman gave her a name like a name from a fairytale, and told her to be proud of her name; for the fairytales are wondrous things, ethereal yet tangible, fantastic and yet real, the flax from which dreams are spun, they are like moonbeams and the living dust of burning stars.
The woman travelled with her girl through the clefts that separate the worlds but always the shadow pursued her. At first, she had no fear for she could light a candle of hope in her daughter's mind with a story and the light of imagination dispelled the gathering darkness. But one day the shadow no longer fell behind her but rose up before her. She stared into the Void and the Void stared into her, and that was the day the shadows took away her little girl.
Once upon a time beyond reckoning in a place beyond conception, a woman lost her child and was given a task.
Build me a maze, the shadows said. Build me a maze whose passageways reach through all of time and space. Build me a maze whose walls are the walls erected in the mind that does not wish to see the horrors of itself, whose shadows are the anguish and sorrow of the soul that can never flee its loneliness. Build me a maze that has no end, no centre and no beginning, for therein will I entrap my beast.
No, she said.
Then they placed the little girl at the edge of all the worlds, right where the nothingness howls its nonbeing into the silence and infects every thing so even her dreams became nightmares. In that big, empty house, where the silence devoured her memories, and where she, too, could be taken through the crack and outside all things.
The sleeping beauty in her enchanted, condemned castle; Rapunzel in her lonely, timeless tower, the little girl who waited in the interminable night, alone.
Build me a maze, the shadows said again and this time the woman said, yes.
Once upon a strange place, the strange man stepped out of his time machine and looked around. Far, far away every way he turned his head stretched the sand dunes.
High up on the steep shore, and not far from the open seacoast, stood a very old oak-tree and beneath the oak tree stood a woman. In her hand she held a rose with thick blood-red petals.
Hello, Sweetie, she said.
I am toying with the idea of developing this... so reviews are greatly appreciated. :-)
